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Hey guys I’ve moved Alex (and my other wow muses) to a multimuse So if you wanna write/talk to me, Alex and I can be found at @diguerra <3

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Hey guys I’ve moved Alex (and my other wow muses) to a multimuse So if you wanna write/talk to me, Alex and I can be found at @diguerra <3

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also I’m checking the followers I hadn’t seen here and following from there c:

Hey guys I’ve moved Alex (and my other wow muses) to a multimuse So if you wanna write/talk to me, Alex and I can be found at @diguerra <3

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Hey guys I’ve moved Alex (and my other wow muses) to a multimuse So if you wanna write/talk to me, Alex and I can be found at @diguerra <3

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                                                  🇸​🇴​﹐ 🇸​🇴​ 🇨​🇴​🇱​🇩.

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❝ Be careful when fixing broken people. You may end up cutting yourself. ❞

A MEME

   Such was the Life-Binder’s burden. Ironic that she would have been more distant of it before losing Aspect powers forever, truth be told; now, without them, she still felt boundless compassion and love, endless drive to heal and forgive. He spoke it as if she could avoid it; as if she hadn’t already wounded herself in attempts to heal others before.

   As if she could ever place herself before any who needed and sought forgiveness and love.

   “Even I understand that there are those beyond help; but if there is hope and their wish to fix things is truthful, how can I deny them?”

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A gentle hand stroked the scales of the Lifebinder's snout. Gentle like spring as she hummed an old lullaby forgotten to time. The Dreamer's eyes reminded closed as she soothed her sister's pain. Allowing an escaped from her capturers for just a little while in dream. Yet the Emerald One did not raise a finger to end her sister's imprisonment, content to allow nature to take its course. It would be years later that Ysera would regret her inaction. In part The Black One was to blame - fear.

RANDOM IC ASKS // always accepting.

      Sometimes (too few and far in between, too brief) she’s allowed the escape sleep provides. Sleep itself does not come easy, even when they do let her rest; when it comes, it is often uneasy and filled with nightmares that did not scare her any more than the reality she would always wake up to. Other times, it will be sleep borne of exhaustion, and her mind and body and spirit will all be too tired to wander anywhere. Then her sleep is deep, if short, and there is nothing but this blackness so akin to what she imagines death would be like (not unwelcome, still; truth be told, Alexstrasza has longed to not wake up again for many months, knowing that only death would bring her freedom).

      Few are the times she is blessed with dreams; even fewer when they are so sweet. Enveloped in sounds as ancient as they were welcome, there is a semblance of comfort, as if the soft humming of a lullaby would be enough to give her protection and make her untouchable again (it won’t, some part of her warns, and when you wake everything will be as it was, and you will be chained still, and there will be nothing to protect you and yours from this seemingly endless torture; but she quietens such thoughts, forces them into silence, for if she’s not allowed some happiness in dreams, then she is already dead in every way but one).

      Ysera. Thinking of her sister is enough to choke and tear up her dream self as it would her real one. That her sister was the Mother of Dreams had less to do with recognition that fills her with sorrow and gratitude in equal measures; no, she knows it is Ysera because none other would have the power to soothe her so, to ease her pains and rest her mind in similar way. 

      There was no resent, no anger or hatred or blame; Alexstrasza did not blame her, did not blame any of them. Best the others stay away, do not try to rescue her at all, lest they too are imprisoned and share of her fate (how could she ask them to risk themselves so?). The Lifebinder suffers the cruelty the younger races are capable of in pursuit of power, and she wouldn’t wish it upon none. 

      This would be her grave, likely, as it had been to so many of her children, as it would be to most of her flight. If death came soon, she would not mind. It was all she could hope for, to have her sister to give her solace; even if only in sweet dreams.

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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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but also

ship with me you cowards

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REBLOG IF YOUR MUSE IS A HOT MOM

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What Colour Is Your Soulmark?

Tagged by: @lxrdofmagic thank you <3 Tagging: @spell-steal @tragedycraft @felsworne @motherswrath if you’d like, and anyone else who wants to c:

THE COLOR YOU FIT MOST IS RED!

People with red soul colors are usually cheerful and active. They are optimistic and turn negative situations into a positive one. They are dreamers and visionaries, ready to aim high and achieve great things.

One thing this color is never short of is attention. Whether they’re actively seeking it out or getting it unknowingly, this color basks in the positive praise of others. Their charismatic and high energy personality draws people to them.

Often competitive, this color is always trying to outdo themselves. Perfection is a never ending goal, and they will constantly feel like they’re never doing enough. They’re always looking for new and exciting, often overlooking things that are a constant in their life and taking them for granted.

One thing that’s notable about this color is their explosive temper. Because they feel so deeply in what they do, they will often lash out when feeling threatened. They have a knack for saying things they don’t necessarily mean. However, it’s often short lived, as is their attention, and they will most likely forget about what angered them in the first place.​

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new dash colors gave me a headache

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“I would die for you.”

“Bold of you to assume I would ever let that happen.”

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“His arms are home. And I’m so homesick.”

— (via dalecooperwrites)

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Reblog and BOLD all that apply to your muse. Camila Cabello - feel free to change pronouns as needed

Your smile’s just a little softer /  I still feel everything when you are near / But does she kiss you like I kissed you? / Something must’ve gone wrong in my brain / Blurring all the lines, you intoxicate me / And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe / And I could try to run, but it would be useless / You’re in my blood, you’re in my veins, you’re in my head / She doesn’t cry anymore, no looking back / Too many lovers she’s scarred, and they want her back / She loves control, she wants it her way / But the way she kills you makes you feel alive / I knew him forever in a minute / I loved him when I left him / 'Cause once you’ve had my love, they will never be enough / Dirty tissues, trust issues / Loving you was young, and wild, and free / Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound / But loving you had consequences / Running on low expectation / Every siren that I was ignoring, I’m paying for it / Loving you was dumb, dark and cheap / Why did you leave me here to burn? / I’m way too young to be this hurt / Counting wounds and I am trying to numb them all / Why don’t you care, why don’t you care? / I should have never, ever, ever trusted you / Whatever trouble that you’re thinking, I could get into it / I can see you’re hoping you’re not hopeless / I can see you’re tired of the acting / Loving you, I thought I couldn’t get no higher / Counterfeit emotions only run skin deep / But all I do is give, and all you do is take / Something’s gotta change, but I know that it won’t / No reason to stay is a good reason to go / No, I’m no stranger to surprise / This paper town has let me down too many times / Why do I even try? Give me a reason why / I thought that I could trust you, never mind / Why all the switching sides? Where do I draw the line? / I guess I’m too naive to read the signs / Can I run away to somewhere beautiful where nobody knows my name? / I might say sorry way too much / I tried to hold the pieces inside / The truth is: trying to restart, that’s the hardest part / I only wanna do bad things to you / If you only knew the bad things I like

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Send a ❦ if you'd consider shipping our muses.

rpmememaker:

bonus if you add a type of ship you’d like them to be or a thread idea for our muses.

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